The plans they had...it was being generous to actually call them plans. They had one idea and it was find people which as far as plans went was the most obvious one but it did have plenty of reason to it. It was funny in a way since the reasons two different people could want to find the same person were most likely completely unique to them. Everyone had a different reason for everything they did at the end of the day, whether they realised it or not.
Cassandra had mentioned Alex had a plan but she'd never really got to know what it was. It slowly dawned on Gray at that point that he had become the de facto leader of their trio by virtue of being the one to suggest a plan. The thought made him uneasy. He'd always been the quiet one in the background. Never really saying anything unless he thought it was important. There were always louder voices in his group of friends like Sean or Claire. He just hung out and relaxed, even when he was with Kyran skating he was still the quieter of the two.
Yet here he was, being the leader of the group by virtue of someone needing to actually come up with an idea. It was awkward and in a way slightly distressing. He didn't want to have to make decisions that could lead to someone dying. To come up with crazy plans of escape or make a strategy so that they could steal from people. Leadership just seemed like a slippery slope into something worse. Where everything became ten times more important until either the pressure got to you, you made a mistake or you failed.
Gray looked between Corey and Cassandra and held back a sigh. Instead opting to adjust his hat just so his hands had something to do.
He dropped his bag onto one of the benches and spent a good thirty seconds looking for his map. Once he found it he unfurled it and smoothed it out on the check-in desk.
"I'm thinking we go from here." Gray pointed to where the airstrip was marked on the map. "And head over..." Gray's finger hovered over the map as he decided where to go. The choice was more important now than it had ever been. Pick the wrong place someone could die. So no pressure.
His finger came down.
He packed the map away, haphazardly folding it and stuffing it back into his bag. It felt better knowing that now they had a goal, a place to go.
"So we'll just look and see who's there. If no one is, we move on."
The strange feeling of distress he'd had was gone and in it's place was a nervousness. The doubt of whether or not he'd made the right choice. There was no point trying to change that though, he would just have to accept it. Every action had a consequence. That's how he had met Cassandra after all. Maybe sometimes just doing things without thinking worked out. Gray just hoped it was one of those times.
He swung his bag over his shoulders and adjusted his hat again.
"Let's go to the beach I guess."
((Gray Emerson will be continued in Tell No Tales